Honeyed Pasture eldorado

she'd known he was big enough for the quarry. she watches his pursuit, hunched down in the tall grasses. once he's onto the back, she charges forward, a ruddy blur upon the field—

leaping, reaching for the throat. her fangs slash but not catch, and she hits the ground with a small shower of blood upon the crown of her head.

Avicus grunts loudly, ordering him to finish off the deer. 

she writhes, trying to reach the fleshy bits. but the hooves are too close for comfort, and she dodges their knife-like edges, unwilling to take more injury than she's suffered lately. 

no, he'll have to make the killing blow.

her eyes burn toward him, insistent.